For the second day in a row Polly was busy at her desk when I arrived at the office. I went into my room and placed my jacket in the closet and then went to check my note of what Polly was entitled to wear today. The entry for Thursday read:
"Thu - white c. p - inside front; white bra - front right cup - nothing else".
With perfect timing Polly came into my office without prompting and closed the door behind her. Today she was wearing a short black pleated skirt with a simple white blouse. Her jacket was over the back of the chair at her desk and there was no requirement that she wear it for underwear inspections. Without saying a word she stood next to me and unbuttoned her blouse. Drawing the blouse to one side she placed her hands above and below her right breast and leaned slightly backwards so that my initials on the front of the right cup of her bra were perfectly readable. I nodded slightly to acknowledge having seen the bra and waited for her to now show my initials on the inside front of the white panties. Carefully buttoning her blouse first Polly next reached under her skirt and slipped her panties down to her ankles. Expecting her to simply turn the front inside out to display my initials I was surprised when she then stepped out of them, turned them totally inside out and then held them against her waist displaying my initials quite clearly.
"Do you remember what I told you on Tuesday, Polly, about the way in which you were to display my initials WITHOUT REMOVING THE ITEM?"
"I remember now that you say it. I've messed up again, haven't I?" was the meek response, accompanied by a sorrowful look on Polly's otherwise pretty face.
"I'm afraid this is exactly the kind of forgetfulness that I complain about in your work, Polly. It is not acceptable at all and you are going to have to be taught to remember things that I tell you if you want to stay employed here."
"May I speak?" asked Polly, at least remembering one of the rules she was given yesterday.
"Not at the moment, Polly. You have been naughty and therefore must stay silent until I have finished punishing you for removing your panties when the clear rule was that you were to display my initials without removing them."
I stood up and brushed passed her, going over to the sofa in my office that is reserved for client meetings. I sat myself adjacent to the right hand armrest of the sofa and beckoned Polly to approach. In anticipation she stood facing me beside the armrest and was about to bend over when I stopped her short.
"Slip off your bra and blouse before you bend over."
Polly promptly unbuttoned her blouse and, still holding it in her left hand, unclipped her bra and held both in her left hand more or less wondering exactly what to do with them and whether she would be permitted to walk away from her position to put them somewhere. I grabbed them out of her hand and tossed them to my left.
Unzipping my fly I pointed to the tip of my quickly lengthening penis and tersely directed, "Clean it with your tongue."
Polly leaned forward with her hands on the armrest and gingerly extended her tongue toward my member, squinting her eyes so as not to have to look too closely.
"Keep your eyes wide open!" I said sharply, deliberately maximising the humiliation of Polly's punishment.
She licked the pre-come off my throbbing head and kept her tongue extended, as if afraid to swallow it. Realising that she could not stand there with her tongue hanging out she put it back in her mouth but was plainly avoiding swallowing. I quickly pulled her hair forcing her down across my lap, and grabbed the hem of her skirt lifting it up and bringing it over so that it left her bare arse well exposed. A couple of hard slaps with my open right hand to each buttock helped Polly to swallow, and started her crying.
"Stand up!" I commanded so abruptly that she stopped crying and jumped to attention straight away, wondering what on earth she had done.
"Get the mirror out of the closet for me, and bring over my favourite spanking implements," I ordered, indicating with a wave of my hand the hairbrush, the electric flex and the plastic shoehorn lying beside my desk.
Polly had experienced each of these tools as well as my bare hand now.
"Stand the mirror upright so that I can watch the reflection as I whip your bare bottom," I directed.
Sensing that I had worked myself up into a state of excitement and feigned anger Polly did exactly as she was told.
"Now lie across my knees again, and put your hands out in front of you above your head."
Her well rounded breasts rested nicely over the top of my penis as she lay down as instructed. This time I only drew her skirt teasingly to the point where the hem rested just on top of her backside.
"Spread your legs fully."
I watched in the mirror for the reflection to confirm her compliance by showing her sex as a shadow between her legs. I ran my hand gently up, down and around all exposed surfaces within my reach, using the mirror to both navigate and afford me the pleasure of watching. Polly's high heel shoes had positioned her buttocks just a fraction higher than I wanted, so I had her lift each leg in turn so that I could remove her shoes. Grasping one of the shoes by the heel as if by a handle I brought the flat sole down on the back of Polly's left leg. A resounding 'thwack' and a muffled "ooh" from the sofa cushion where she'd buried her head inspired me. I repeated that exercise a dozen times on each side - not hard or fast but rather methodically and relishingly.
The colour of Polly's rear quarters was certainly showing signs of warming up. Four strokes of the electric flex made a nice contrast and left visible stripes across the backs of her legs and base of her ass cheeks.
"Turn over," I said softly and then, with a little more impatience, "You will receive additional punishment for not moving quickly upon my command."
Polly now lay on her back across my lap with her buttocks resting on the sofa arm and her shoulders just lightly resting on my left leg. Her blue eyes stared up at me through strands of fair hair and her arms remained extended above her head as originally instructed. Her skirt had been down at the front and remained that way when she turned over, with her lags now dangling over the side of the sofa with her knees slightly bent. I reached to the left and positioned a seat cushion under Polly's head, raising it so that she was now looking across my lap towards her pussy at the highest point on her horizon. I drew her skirt towards me as far as Polly's navel and again ran my open hand across all exposed surfaces, assessing their ability to receive additional whippings. A finger slid easily into the hole under Polly's pubic mound, suggesting that she had exuded some sex juices already. I reached to my left and took the white cotton panties from where I'd tossed them, and, placing my hand inside them somewhat like a glove, inserted two fingers as deeply into Polly's vagina as I could reach. I could feel the panties getting very damp already, and I eased my fingers out just enough to be able to use them to force additional parts of the panties down into the wishing well within Polly's pubis. A small white flag was visible just above the fair pubic hair and it looked the same in the mirror.
